I told the monk everything I had experienced, and what happened to me when I went to the yin, and I especially wanted to thank the talisman paper, which saved me in the end. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info now that I think about it, I am really lucky to be able to meet the monk alive.

"I didn't expect Uncle Shi's rune paper to be so effective." When the monk heard this, his eyes rolled wildly, and I knew that he had begun to pay attention to his grandfather's talisman again. Sure enough, the monk looked at me, his eyes shining with golden light, and said, "Do you still have it on you?" Give Dao Ye a self-defense, Dao Ye actually drew a lot, and now it seems that all the fucking waste paper is it. ”

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of rune papers from his bag, and when I saw it, there must be at least a hundred. was thrown on the ground by the monk as garbage, and in the end, he didn't forget to step on his feet.

Where do I have any rune paper, the fifth uncle gave me two, the monk himself used one, I also used one, I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I want to keep more now, but it's a pity where to come." Besides, aren't you useless with all these rune papers? ”

"It's barely enough for me to fool people with this rune paper, it's really waste paper at a critical moment, these are all painted by the Taoist master to comfort himself, how can he compare with my uncle." The monk pursed his lips and disagreed.

The monk told me that he didn't know anything about drawing talismans, and that he could only imitate them as if he were learning to draw. But that's completely fake, and it can't be true.

Finally, I told the monk about the woman in the passage, and the monk said that she should be a yin, a yin who was tricked into a trick.

We followed all the way, and everywhere we saw was a mess, and every stone chamber was ransacked. From time to time, one or two corpses could be seen that had died prematurely, not by calculations or evil things, but by people who had been shot to death.

The only thing that reassures us is that we haven't seen anyone we know, which means that the fifth uncle and they are all safe.

When we entered a stone chamber again, it was huge, and when we looked at it, trees appeared in front of us. The tree is not tall, only five or six meters.

"This stone room is the size of a football field, right? I really don't know how it was excavated back then. "When I walked into the stone chamber, I thought I had entered King Nammer's tomb at first, but I didn't expect it to be one of the layers of hell, called 'Iron Tree Hell'.

The stone chamber is full of trees, not real trees, but made of iron. The trunk was covered with long knives without handles, and sharpened iron cones, without a single leaf.

Every iron tree was covered with corpses, many of them already decomposed, leaving only white bones and broken strips of clothing. Some of the branches are full of skulls, and when viewed from a distance, they look like fruit from a tree.

We cautiously moved forward, and there were hundreds of iron trees in the stone room, and each one was covered with bones. How many people have to die here! The more I looked, the more terrified I became, that this King Nammer was not only cruel, but also regarded life like an ant.

"These should be the captives who were captured on the battlefield and finally executed here." The monk tilted his head, looked at the bones on the iron tree, and said softly.

There were no less than 100,000 coolies involved in the construction of the mausoleum, including civilians conscripted by the local area, and many prisoners captured on the battlefield. But no matter who it was, in the end, when the mausoleum was completed, in order to keep the secret of the mausoleum, they were all executed by King Nammer.

Some escaped, but only in the minority.

The monk told me that when he was with his fifth uncle, he found a lot of clues, many of which were written records and murals left behind in those years, although the accounts were messy and incomplete, but they could probably understand some of the things that happened in those years and restore some historical facts.

King Nammer built the mausoleum and invited two feng shui masters, one of whom was Mu Rufeng, whom I had already heard of, and was mainly in charge of the formation of the mechanism. As for the other one, it is still unknown who it is, but from some accounts, it is known that this person is not a good person, and he is mainly responsible for casting spells.

"This 'Iron Tree Hell' isn't just about adding a little fear, is it? I don't think King Nammer did anything useless, he did everything with a purpose, and I am afraid that it is not as simple as it seems. "I reminded the monk to be careful, this broken place, in addition to looking terrifying, I suspect that there are more shady means.

The monk looked at me with a little surprise, and said, "Scholar, it's only been a long time, and you have made a lot of progress!" ”

I snorted coldly and said, "You have to be careful everywhere in this hellish place." ”

After we walked around, we probably figured out the terrain as well. I didn't see any new people dying, which means that there is no danger here, or maybe the people in front of me saw through this place and avoided it.

The monk looked around, as if searching for something, and it seemed that he was not ready to leave.

"Do you want to stay here?" I urged the monk.

The monk waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, look for it, maybe you can find some treasures!" ”

I was speechless for a while, this guy was thinking about how to get things back all day long. Along the way, I saw that everything was looted cleanly, as if my house had been stolen, and my heart ached.

In desperation, I followed the monk around again, but there was nothing except the iron tree and the surrounding sculptures, and such a large stone room was almost empty.

Although the monk was unwilling, he had no choice but to leave. I can't ask for this ancestor to leave here, after all, I really don't want to stay in this place, there are too many bones, and the scene is bloody and terrifying.

"Help... I..."

A faint cry for help came from above us, and the monk and I looked at each other, the voice was quiet, but familiar.

"Ouyang Chengrui?" I asked the monk in a low voice, and the monk was wondering, confused about the situation.

The two of us searched around, but we didn't find Ouyang Chengrui's shadow at all.

"Didn't you hear me wrong?" The monk frowned, puzzled, and muttered to himself.

I inadvertently lowered my head, startled, only to see a bloodstain on the ground, which was dragged for a long time. The monk and I followed the bloodstains all the way to search, and in front of an iron tree, we saw that the tree was dripping with blood like flowing water, and it made a ticking sound when it fell to the ground, and a large pool of blood had appeared on the ground, how much blood had to be shed!

We looked up, momentarily startled by the sight on the iron tree.

At this moment, Ouyang Chengrui's body was directly passed through his chest by an arm-thick iron branch, and the whole person was covered in blood as if he had just been fished out of the blood pool. Despite this, Ouyang Chengrui still hasn't died yet, and when he was dying, he saw me and the monk, his hand stretched out weakly to us, and he whispered for help in his mouth.

"Help me... Save... I..."

"Brother Ouyang, can you hear me?"

I panicked and wanted to go up and save Ouyang Chengrui immediately, but the iron tree was too tall for me to reach. If you want to climb up, you touch the trunk of the tree and find that it is covered with lubricating oil, how can you climb it?

What's even more terrifying is that there is a row of upside-down blades hidden on this tree trunk, and you can't notice it if you don't pay attention to it.

Looking at these little blades, I didn't know what to do for a moment, if this man slipped down from a tree, he was afraid that he would be cut into slices. At the same time, I also wondered how this Ouyang Chengrui got up, not to mention that he was still a powerless nerd.

"Scholar, don't look at it, you can't climb up at all." The monk also studied around the iron tree for a long time, and looked around for ladders, but there was still no harvest. He couldn't bear to look at Ouyang Chengrui, who was moaning in pain on the tree, and sighed: "Ouyang is not saved, even if he can go up, what if he can go up?" How to get him down. ”

I was standing under Ouyang Chengrui, his blood was dripping on me, and I tilted my head to see if Ouyang was still awake. However, I saw a strange smile on Ouyang's face, grinning, foaming at the mouth, staring at me coldly. I was so frightened that I took two steps back, and if it weren't for the monk's support, I almost fell.

The monk looked at me puzzled, asked me what I saw, scared like this, I couldn't speak, I could only point to Ouyang Chengrui, stuttering: "Ouyang he... He has... Issue. ”

The monk turned on the flashlight, looked at Ouyang for a while, slowly retreated, away from the iron tree, and whispered to me: "I just said that this Ouyang Chengrui himself will not appear on the tree for no reason, I suspect that Ouyang was used as bait." ”

"Bait?" I didn't understand, so I asked, "Who used Ouyang as bait, and who do you want to lure in the bait?" ”

"It must be a leprosy girl, as for who takes the bait, of course whoever saves Ouyang will be bait."

The monk told me that Ouyang Chengrui couldn't control it, and we had to get out of here quickly. It's not that we don't save him, it's that we don't have the ability to save him, and now we are all mud bodhisattvas crossing the river.

At this moment, Ouyang suddenly lowered his head and looked down at me and the monk, his face was hideous, and he sneered and said to us: "You can't run away, hehe..."